I cared for a child that was dying. I loved that child and would dropped everything at the drop of a hat to show up. When that baby died I cried and I screamed as every woman and girl that did the bare minimum some did nothing yet stood stoic and watched me. My love was pure and deep and that baby was my God given gift so yes I cried out loud at the side of his death bed. Me holding that hurt would only destroy me. It’s okay for me to cry to be vulnerable it’s a sign of freedom to be allowed to express my emotions while black.
Felt this and the fraught relationship we have with advice our Black mother’s give us to protect us vulnerability.
I cared for a child that was dying. I loved that child and would dropped everything at the drop of a hat to show up. When that baby died I cried and I screamed as every woman and girl that did the bare minimum some did nothing yet stood stoic and watched me. My love was pure and deep and that baby was my God given gift so yes I cried out loud at the side of his death bed. Me holding that hurt would only destroy me. It’s okay for me to cry to be vulnerable it’s a sign of freedom to be allowed to express my emotions while black.